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A Book of Poems 



BY 



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1896. 



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Copyright, 1896, 
By Augustus P. Clarke. 



Privately Printed. 



PREFACE. 



When I wrote the different poems included in this little work I 
had no thought of making any formal publication of them, but the 
kindly reception they have met with and the urgent request of friends 
have prompted me to bring them out in a book form. I trust that 
they will be received with the indulgent criticisms of the reader. 

Augustus P. Clarke. 
Cambridge, December 14, 1895. 



CONTENTS. 



Tribute to Dr. Morrill Wyman, 9 

Tribute to the late Dr. John B. Taylor, 13 

Light of Evolution, 17 

A Retrospect, 23 

Life Record of Mrs. Mary Hannah (Gray) Clarke, . . 27 

Wrentham Bell-founder, 33 

Bacteria, Bacillus, etc 35 

Christopher Marlowe, 41 

Advice to Graduates in Medicine, 45 



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f\ Book of poems. 



XCribute to Br. XKapman. 



Head before the Cambridge Society for Medical Improvement, at the dinner com' 

Alimentary to Dr. Morrill Wyman, Parker House, Boston, Feb. 17, /886, 

and Published in the Cambridge Press, March 6, i&8b. 



Over Cambridge, the city of classical lore, 
Where the muses have hovered two centuries or more, 
What breath has been stirring their prowess to prove, 
As 'mongst them the sons of Esculapius move ? 

Years one hundred have passed since with heart warm and 

large, 
Our loved Alma Mater vouchsafed to her charo^e 
The babe yet to minister potions and balms, 
Making glad all the earth with elixirs and charms. 

'Neath her care grew this babe to a form strong and tall. 
Killing out noxious weeds bearing names great or small 
That yield but vile refuse of nothing or worse. 
As truth banished from Scripture, or beauty from verse. 

'Bove the ranks of empirics stand Jackson and Ware, 
Warren, Boylston and Channing, whose names well compare 
With heroes and martyrs. Their learning and skill 
Baised the platform for others who yet should reveal 



New truths their researches but half brought to light, 
Truths of blessings to millions, then hidden from sight. 
How blest, had they seen what their followers show 
In the work then begun to assuage human woe. 

These doctors renowned as expert with the quill, 
Extended its use, learned to fill it with skill. 
Under teaching of Waterhouse charged it so mild 
As to shoot out disease, harming mother nor child. 

Soon a conquest more noble was gained for the world 
Than ever by warrior with banner unfurled ; 
For Morton and Warren with courage revealed 
How the demon of pain to Nepenthe must yield. 

Then the suff'rer released — who was lately possessed, 
Looked down on the foe from a pillow of rest. 
Proclaiming, " Devotion to science and skill 
Has brought a rare blessing the vast world to fill." 

Yet stands on this platform, now broad, high and strong, 
Rejoicing in union, a still honored throng, 
With their sage, with their Nestor, their poet and last 
But not least, the practitioner, still holding fast 

The demon as prisoner, that writhes 'neath his chain, 
But who ne'er from this power can walk forth again; 
Ever pants he in vain for a victim's last breath, 
While his torturing weapon would cleave unto death. 

Still disease with his shafts to destroy as of old 
Must be watched from this platform, and Bigelow bold 
Spies the stones he so secretly thrusts at his prey, 
Which he rapidly breaks and then washes away. 

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Now Wyman steps forth and with listening ear, 
Quick the mischievous floods of disease to hear, 
Pumps out the vile waters that burden the chest, 
Showing thus, that such patient with health may be blest. 

"We must not omit to make mention just here 
Of the poet whose lyrics are prized far and near ; 
His words, from the mem'ry no time can efface, 
Giving even to skel'tons a beauty and grace. 

To the microscope next. May it ne'er fall in rank 
To the plane of the quack, nor the twist of the crank ; 
Eor microbes sometimes play their pranks in the brain. 
Which the mind half developed would turn to some gain. 

We practitioners now on this evening are met. 
Our senior to honor ; though 'tis with regret 
We see him retire; yet long, long may the light 
Of his counsel be ours in the smoke of the fight. 

Bound this board we to-night greet him loyally here, 
Though he empty his plate may his stomach have cheer. 
Surely, one feast a year every doctor has tried. 
Let us prove Cambridge doctors from two have not died. 



In /Remori? of Jobn 3B. Ua^lor, /»»S). 



Jffad before the Cambridge Club, at a dinner. Young's Hotel, Boston, March 

i8, z88g, and published in the Cambridge Daily, March ig, /88g, 

and in the Cambridge Chronicle, March 23, i88g. 



The youth no music ever hears 

So sweet as that from coming years, 

Prolonged in such melodious lays 

As lures him through life's thorny ways. 

Fair visions rise with brightest glow, 
Brought is the tinted landscape low 
Where on its banks may rest his feet 
This side where earth and heaven meet. 

At later age and manhood's prime 
Come visions, too, undimmed by time, 
Eor mem'ry's halo holds most fast 
Life's tender col'rings of the past. 

Such vision now we welcome here 
That to our gath'ring draweth near, 
Where mem'ry points to days gone by. 
And shows a youth with hopeful eye 

Fixed on the pictured landscape, where 
His steadfast soul aspires to share 
A part, whereon his home shall rise 
More fair than Persian paradise. 

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New Hampshire from her rock-floored soil 
Gives strength that grows by honest toil, 
And through each vein and sinew runs 
This birth-right in her sturdy sons. 



Such healthful soil with mountain air 
Has given this youth a double share 
Of strength that prompts his brain and will 
To find a higher foothold still. 

He longs to learn the sacred art 

That conquers pain, and eases smart 

Of wounded hearts by pitying ear 

That brino:s their wants and needs more near. 



'Tis thus he starts before our view, 
(Which visioned mem'ry holds as true), 
To seek from Harvard's learned halls 
The path where Esculapius calls, 

With tone and eye trained to detect 
The links where life and death connect 
'Midst chains that fell disease can fling 
Around the vitals, quivering 



With love to hold the 'bated breath 
From man's great enemy called death. 
He veils his paradise from sight 
That still by struggling he such height 

May yet attain in landscape high. 

As but endeavor bringeth nigh. 

He there would plant his feet though torn 

By rough sharp stone and piercing thorn. 



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He binds his weapons to his breast, 
And vows to seek not ease nor rest, 
Till he in duty's path shall rise, 
Which leads to life's first paradise. 

No polished stones can pave his way. 
For public means are small, and they 
Who learning's elevation dare, 
Must their own stepping-stones prepare . 

No cushioned car in days of yore, 
E'er found its way to college door: 
An'd but for youth like ours, we ween, 
Such helps since then would not have been. 

For naught e'er comes by hand or brain, 
Where there's no struggle for its gain. 
Plods on the youth, and still resists 
All siren strains ; though oft he lists 

To keep distinct the far-off song 
That holds his faith and purpose strong. 
Sometimes he halts to trace the way 
Already trod, then takes survey 

Of that which dimly shows before, 
But ne'er his standpoint seeks to lower. 
At each such halt advance we see 
The youth hath made, till steppeth he 

Upon such height as proves his worth 
To claim his paradise on earth. 
He seeks and finds a home of prayer 
Enlicrht'ninir faith and soft'ninjj care ; 



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While with it comes such warmth and cheer 
As blesseth more from year to year. 
His earnest heart grows warm and large 
To treat with faithful care his charge, 

While from afflictions, griefs and fears, 
His sympathy claims half the tears. 
'Twas thus he lived when to our band 
We took him loving by the hand 

Where since among us he has stood 
A brother faithful true and good. 
How sad the tribute that we pay, 
For now his voice sounds far away 

Where visions rise and echoes swell 
From mem'ry's halls, and with us dwell 
To urge us on to regions higher — 
The Heaven to which our souls aspire. 

We've traced our brother's time-worn feet 
To where the earth and heavens meet 
And wonder as we glance around 
Who of us next shall pass beyond. 

As one by one we're lost from sight 
Heaven grant that duty's steps unite 
With tracks that on the other side 
To blissful heights shall be our guide. 



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%iQbt ot JErolutton, 



/^ead before the Cambridge Art Circle, at the residence of Dr. A. L. Norris 
fanuary /, 1883. 



Hail to the Light eternal and not born, 

That burst through space proclaiming nature's morn, 

Before Silurian rocks of primal age 

Had formed in mass for time's recording page, 

Or ere huge hills were cleft by glaciers' reign 

And stones of sand had blushed with redd'ning vein. 

Bring thou the zeal and patience to pursue 

Inquiries that raise higher thoughts to view 

The scenes when budding flowers of mystic birth 

Sprung forth with lavish growth to deck the earth. 

That in more distant times a treasure yield 

To those who strive for wealth and power to wield. 

Tell how when mind turns back in thoughts to find 

By search the truth that darkened age did bind, 

As muschelkalk and zechstein groups intwined 

With fishes saurians in mass combined; 

How marks were left by water's curling wave. 

Or cracks on beds from heat the sunbeams gave, 

How rocks were pitted as the raindrops fell; 

Make all these silent stones with accents tell 

The varied courses of the moving gale 

When thick'ning spray descends as pattering hail 

On permian rock, triassic, marl, and slate, 

Revealers of earth's forces' hidden state. 

The tracks of animals that there accord 

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"With those of reptile and marsup and bird, 

The lias, oolite and Wealden clay. 

The polyp's garb and shells of older day 

Bear witness of the fact that there was life, 

As do the cone-trees once there rife; 

All these so long o'er-washed by rolling seas 

Were fitted to be wrought vain man to please. 

From lower forms to higher in the scale 

Brief moment calls for noting in detail, 

Mollusks, cephalopods, the encrinite, 

The ichthyosaur, large toothed, of hideous sight, 

His lengthened form to dwell in seas inclined, 

Where sporting like the whale much rest declined 

Went, moved by hunger's pangs and greed alike. 

With paddles furnished, fitted waves to strike; 

The plesiosaur with head, neck, long and slim. 

The better suited angry main to swim. 

Then comes iguanodon of long-drawn make 

Stalks he the fields, o'er hills and in the brake; 

The pterodactyl eagle-like in size. 

Whose toes supported supple webs to rise, 

As those of bat on wings in air moved light. 

More easy, swift, majestic, in its flight. 

Green sand with beds of clay and chalk admixed 

And fossil shells from ocean's depths betwixt 

The coral, the sponge, the starfish, zoophytes, 

The crinoids and the chambered belemnites 

Are speaking voices of the buried past 

That changes seen were made by forces vast. 

We pass cretaceous era when began 

The tertiary age embracing man. 

Deposits seen in river-mouths and lakes 

Had thickness less than forms the sea oft makes; 

Shells found in beds of age the eocene 

Were of the present species four per cent, mean ; 

While in the middle, miocene, we see 



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JSeventeen with every hundred doth agree. 

The older, pliocene, now yields as rate 

A product than the first ten times as great. 

The strata that were made from channels deep 

Yield not the fossils which in chalk-beds sleep, 

Nor saurians as seen in the oolite. 

The murex, nassa, conus, nummulite 

Abundant, beautiful as now abound 

Were first in strata from such waters found. 

In glacial age hard rocks of monstrous weight 

Were distance borne and grooved by pressure great*, 

Their broken forms were left in zones apart. 

As seen hj fittings of each counterpart. 

Ere land in height had reached its present grade. 

Clay blue and gray in valley beds was laid 

And formed for artisans of later days 

A base for traffic that now oft repays. 

We turn to the age when pachy-derms abound. 

Among which the horse and elephant were found, 

The paleotherium with proboscis short 

Whose foot was cleft into the three-toed sort; 

The anoplotherium Binstead's frail-toothed beast 

Unarmed for strife, of herbage made his feast; 

The cheropot had snout of curious make 

The ground to turn and find his food to take. 

The megatherium was of that age we speak. 

His structure forced him hills and woods to seek; 

Above the elephant in strength and growth 

By habits and by sense he seemed like sloth. 

The mastodon came of a later date. 

On uplands dwelt, there sought the herbs he ate; 

In after times by floods was downward borne 

To fateful miry depths to sink forlorn. 

While still we turn to look with backward eyes, 

The mammoth form seems there to rise 

With greater power his massive tusks to wield 



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Than's found in lion's paw or elephant's shield. 

The ox, the deer, the camel, sheep, and goat 

Domestic ruminants we now denote 

Appeared with those so huge as just described 

And were from humble forms and cells derived. 

The animals that dwelt in trees and woods, 

Quadrumana or apes or simious broods 

Had reached their height in full developed stage 

As seen by broken strata of that age. 

The most ancient parents of the vertebrate 

Were young ascidians that had forms to date 

Coeval with the beds which did mature 

Whence sprung our fishes, birds, and reptiles newer. 

There too the bivalve mullusks came beside, 

In lowest forms abundant fossils hide, 

The cephalopoda in chambered shells. 

Whose limbs about the head his bulk propels; 

The trilobite first glimpse of sentient life 

These buried rocks reveal with fossils rife. 

While in the search with wond'ring thoughts we roam, 

Next o'er those seen the monotremata come. 

Still in the course for onward march by strife 

Marsupials reach a prouder rank in life ; 

Placental mammals thence arise in turn, 

The parent stock of apes we here discern. 

We strive again with all our powers to hail 

The secrets back dark eons' hidden vail, 

To bring to view in fairest lines protrayed 

Man's nascent form with breaking sense arrayed. 

Man not till late assumed majestic grace. 

But ugly was his guise and mean his face ; 

His head was small, and low his hairy brow. 

His pointed ears a movement did allow. 

His body prone with moving tail supplied 

And hair}^ cov'ring o'er the whole beside. 

Each sex possessed a coarse and bristly beard, 



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Signs that from depths to heights he thus was reared; 

His hands and feet with flattened nails now graced 

Bespeak the strife to rise he long had faced. 

Man while in that estate he dwelt in then 

Roamed o'er the earth and slept in hidden den ; 

No social board was known where reason feasts, 

His only conquests those made o'er the beasts, 

Nor wealth, nor tribes, nor nations then were known, 

These are the fruits of later growth alone. 

So crept he on in low and groping state 

Till spirit progress slowly changed his fate, 

Then half awake to conscious powers that slept 

A yearning for expression o'er him swept. 

As lone blind mute who spends the livelong day 

Amazed and vacant in his look and way 

While all his work like parrot-tricks is learned, 

Till touched by truth his latent spark is burned 

With flame midst darkness glowing more and more 

Revealing all the mind's exhaustless store, 

So man forlorn, benighted lay supine 

Till felt the spirit's touch with life divine, 

Which prompts to search for that mysterious chain, 

Where thoughts evolve connecting train with train. 

Then mind to mind expands the sentient brain. 

And ways pursued 'feet organs in the main, 

His functions changed cast off his bristly pelt 

For scarf that causes touch more quickly felt; 

His shaggy beard gives place to silken growth. 

While now the fairer sex has none forsooth. 

He trailing tail no longer did require, 

So was the coccyx then scarce left entire, 

And as his conscious powers his will proclaimed 

His form and mien more noble grace attained. 

His helpmeet's weam takes not a back descent 

Because to her round ligaments are lent, 

And she above all fem'nines would have place 



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Had not such cords been brought to apish race. ' 
Shine on, O Light, ilhimine every page, 

Shed lustre on the myst'ries of our age, ■ 

More bright expand o'er all our healing art '■ 

'Till is evolved fit for man's god-like part ' 

A body perfect, free in thought and sight \ 

That leaves with ugly forms the germs of night | 

As tracks to guide his all-progressive mind j 

The springs of thine eternal source to find. i 



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H IRetrospect of tbc Itjear's iMovK in tbe Wc-- 
partment ot Xtterature, 



/?ead before the Cambridge Art Circle, Nov. j, 1SS3, at the residence of 
Mr. H. N. Tilt on. 



As aim, we see the Circle had in view, 

With taste the art of writing to pursue 

And in fine Ut'rature's fair fields of toil. 

To glean a harvest worthy of the soil; 

To rescue from oblivion's cruel clime 

The scythe to brighten in the hand of time, 

And place on pages' record true and bright 

The thoughts of members all aglow with light, 

A brief repose we'll take to view the year, 

Recount the past, its labors and its cheer. 

First in our theme (none else would dare), 

Rides forth on pony wild that sniffs the air 

On Buenos Ayres' plains where she had sought 

A mission to fulfil by duty brought. 

One lesson here her wanton pony gives, 

Oft greatest horror in illusion lives. 

When fancied danger passed, the vision fled. 

Quick vanishes the fiend in terror bred. 

Next, fair hand notes for us the soulful strain 

Her ear interprets with life's sad refrain. 

Heart stirs from symphonies afar that float 

Harmonious with the song-bird's tender note. 

She pictures bird that bears upon the stream 

The luxury of life's most joyous dream. 

And with its sweet companions, buds and flowers, 

In sunny brightness glides through sportive hour; 

Till in the shadowy veil with them it dies. 

And its last plaint, its miserere, sighs. 



I^ow peers a light from evolution's page, 
Illumes the rocks formed in azoic age, 
Unfolds the beds of rushing waters borne 
Ere mullusks, trilobite had found their morn; 
Glows on this flame through all the periods past, 
From young ascidians to proud man at last. 
Till spirit progress touched his latent mind. 
That seeks the springs of every truth to find. 
But not complete description's power can be 
Till nature's student brings our minds to see 
The life and ways of savage man untaught. 
With charm of eloquence though rude in thought. 
For wisely science oft remoter steps reviews 
To show to man the race he still pursues. 
The art of learned sons is not remote 
From touch on primal lyre, whose rustic note 
To infant world lent harmony of song. 
Heard at first glimpse of beings' maudlin throng. 
When monkey, ape, or baboon race was blent 
Ere dude or saint had learned his marked descent. 
And why not man be proud ? for how he came 
Or how evolved, he's surely not to blame. 
While reasoning thus an imp confounds his sight 
In form called plagiarism, and hints that quite ' 
Not all of claim is past from apish age. 
When presence such stalks pulpit, desk and stage. 
All nature is the student's field to view, 
To explore the earth and search the waters, too. 
To trace in sea and rivers' course and lake 
The finny tribes, the various forms they take. 
None but the lover of this study deep 
Brings up the secrets mighty waters keep; 
He shows the fact before our wond'ring eyes 
That 'neath the waves a kindred world there lies. 
The tyrants, greedy ones, and suckers, who 
Ply still their trade and make their victims, too. 



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As much as man pursues upon the land 

Demand their claims and share of golden sand. 

To us all nature's ways are ways the same; 

Child's gentlest voice or man's of greatest fame 

Is but a mystic touch that binds in part 

Those unseen cords that reach the human heart. 

Soon pass the Janus calends, Martian nones 

To sweetest buds and flowers that spring-time owns, 

When come with May day seven, seven stars that shine 

With radiant beams within our Circle's line, 

And in their shining bring the voice of muse, 

Reveal his soul as they their rays diffuse. 

And what more potent to the soul's calm rest 

Than woman's voice when raised in accents best ? 

Those intonations fine and more remote 

Than man's, which ruder ages still denote; 

Or what more true to life of genius' fire 

Than woman's soul interpreting the lyre ? 

She, blitheful goddess brings her cheer of life 

To passions' fiery rage in duty's strife. 

And echoes far her dulcet strains of peace, 

That quiet rage with highest human bliss. 

Now language is an index of the mind 

With thoughts imbued with noblest charm refined, 

Born for our race when infant world was drear 

She spread her wings for every human ear. 

So still there dwells a charm for human breast 

In noble thought by rustic word expressed, 

And fascination haunts our Dorcetshire 

When shyness melts 'fore truth that's held most dear: 

But leave we must the heights and woodland shade 

For want and misery ere our world invade ; 

And " charity " pleads fitly from her steed 

For horse as well as rider speaks his need. 

Forth comes the bard from Scotia's craggy steep, 

Where 'bide amidst the rocks, though ages sleep, 



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His songs that come as wave on wave unfold 

And wreathe the tales of knightly deeds of old. 

How charm these songs, despised, forgotten quite, 

The undeveloped age so lost to sight, 

Man's semblance fades 'fore powers like these combined 

And grows in stature of the god-like mind. 

What more is left that we should speak this hour ? 

Is there a road to reach our Circle's tower 

More smooth than that cut out of rock or earth, 

That tries true genius' strength e'en from its birth ? 

The brightest diamond in a kingly crown 

Was from a common base in nature sown, 

But by an unseen law of forces vast 

Was into mould most firm and sparkling cast. 

So every precious talent of the mind 

By action must from grossness be refined. 

If lustre it would shed as helping light 

To fairer scenes beyond dark error's night. 



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%xtc IRecor^ 

of 

/IDts, /IDar^ Ibannab ((3ra^) Clarke. 



Writte7i for the friends of the family, Nov. 30, iSqj. 



Far back in years a youthful maid is seen, 
Charmed with life's bliss and coming age, I ween, 
And in fond care of mother's guiding hand 
Learned well to be obedient to command. 

She growing out of childhood's early ways 
Felt Muse's touch and heard alluring lays, 
That opened scenes in visions fair and bright 
And filled her soul with raptures of delight. 

In closer thought we bring our mind to view 
Whence sprung this maid with life and blood most true. 
In doing this her lin'age thence was found 
To be of Rollo jS"orman chief renowned. 

From loins of this ancient warrior strong 
Sprung many sons that formed a mighty throng 
Of dukes and earls and marquises most great 
Who exercised control o'er 'fairs of state. 



From these came Lord de Grey of Codnor seat, 
Who had with Henry favor most complete ; 
There, too, was John who with much lustre shone 
And had a John of Wilton, Kuthyn known. 

A younger branch of Kuthyn Greys was seen, 
Lord Ferrers that gave to King Edward queen. 
An ancient bough of this great stock arose 
That bore the honors old Berwycke bestows. 

The Dorset marquis was a shining light 
And by his Brandon marriage found delight; 
His daughter Jane was of the gentlest mind 
And with the crown of queen she briefly shined. 

From this strong base another branch we hail, 
That took a growth in Stapleford Tawney's vale 
And showed its fruit through name of John de Grey, 
Progenitor of clans that here hold sway. 

Chief of this line to Plymouth shores found course, 

By mind and toil became a rising force. 

And took a blooming Lettice sprig for wife, 

By whom the land with growth has since been rife. 

Next in descent was Edward's sturdy son. 
Who made his home in town of Tiverton, 
And in due time a Thomas he possessed 
That brought a Thomas, captain, colonel best. 

In Bristol port a Pardon then was nursed. 

That gave a Gideon who in lore was versed. 

To this great stream there flowed from fountains pure 

The Metcalf blood that trial scenes endure. 



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The Downing Pynchon rills were here brought in 
With those of Home that fought in wars to win. 
These brooks to this young struggling nation bore 
Great talents, honors, strength of noblest store. 

The Joseph Home who was a soldier tried 
Had father Joseph who in Maine espied 
Lands where great Gorges sought a race to plant, 
But failed through adverse fortunes militant. 

Son Joseph went to the Green Mountain state, 
Where forest wilds he helped t' annihilate. 
And in those vales and through the ridges high 
A home by art he strove to beautify. 

His father Will had for a wife Marg'ret, 
The father Joseph dwelt at Dover seat, 
And was the son of Will of Coclieco, 
Who settled there the Indians first to know. 

This Will from Clerkenwell Saint James first came. 
Where lived his fathers in much wealth and fame, 
But here he fled with self-reliant will, 
Broad views to have and purpose to fulfil. 

Of those from Downing gens that first appeared 
Was Captain Nat in Nevis Island reared ; 
His wife Meg came from Judge John Pynchon's hand 
And bore the glory of her line most grand. 

Her father judge was, soldier, colonel, too. 

And he had father who same grades passed through; 

His father was the William Pynchon brave. 

Who came with John " Apostle " Eliot grave. 



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Back from this William in ascending scale 
We find the early names in long detail, 
First John of Writtle and his father John, 
Who had at Oxford College manor won. 

From William father of this John we speak 
To Dick in first King Edward's time we seek 
There dwelt, we find, in London, Pynchon sires, 
Who had in Essex lands and grade of squires. 

The pater of Nat Downing was a John, 
Who as a merchant had to i!^evis gone ; 
His father lawyer named Emanuel, 
In London's Liner Court had place to dwell. 

He had a George bred in first Harvard's class, 
Who had a grant to ]^eth'land Court to pass. 
George was a knight by second King Charles made 
And by bold acts had baronetcy grade. 



Wlien Charles' power waned by a stern defeat 

Brave Cromwell deemed George's manners most discreet 

And for his courage, counsel and advice 

Confirmed his honors as in service twice. 



When danger rose that might all things disband 
Emanuel brought his skill to serve our land. 
He took John Winthrop's sister for a wife, 
And had in Groton, Salem acres rife. 



He went to^England's court fierce Laud to dare 
And there our chartered rights he helped to spare. 
His father George was master of a school 
In parish Ipswich where was strictest rule. 



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On other lines our search we might extend, 
But this will be sufficient for the end 
To show that when soul's greatest graces shine 
They're but from rays converging into line. 

Our mind again turns to her deepened sense 

When thoughts to thoughts in her were brought intense, 

To fix for life her ways and purpose true, 

And by what means these ends she should pursue, 

A love for art and scholar's brightest themes 
Has rip'ning influence on a mind that teems 
With pictured scenes by conscious powers evolved 
When warmth is left from the bright beams dissolved. 

Thus did our maid with yearning powers imbued, 
Strive by her course ideals high t' include 
In growth and strength derived by art refined. 
That lends its impress to expanding mind. 

Wh»n in the schools or academic hall 

She gained by work respect of masters all 

And found that through their help and knowledge brought 

Pure love for truth was noblest art that 's taught. 

Strong measured verse and lays for poet's strain 
Were subjects that raised skill for pen and brain 
And when such tales in warp and woof would web, 
Her hand would write in long drawn hours that ebb. 



The smiling landscape scenes in distant view 
Called forth her brush for painting pictures new, 
To lay her colors on the canvas warm 
That guiled the radiance of the vision charm. 



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The voice and touch of music's sweetest strain 
Found ready echo in her soul's refrain, 
That gave to list'ning ears a calm delight 
In lands untraversed and unseen by light. 

In broader fields when country's laws were scanned, 
She pitied slave, and trade in slaves would brand. 
And heard with painful sighs deep sorrow's wail. 
That stirred her soul to pierce life's inner vale. 

In war's dread scourge when soldier's helj) was sought 

And fathers, brothers, sons, in battle fought. 

Her heart went out to aid the warriors brave. 

To bind their wounds, their lives and health to save. 

She made her home a refuge place most dear. 
Where precious mem'ries rose from life of cheer 
And spent their fragrance on the passing breeze, 
That love be wafted hatred to appease. 



Time in its march leaves impress on all forms, * { 

And changes scenes as rushing mighty storms, . ; 

And objects that once seemed of firmest stand, : 

From sight will pass and leave but shifting sand. J 



Our maiden in long years of patient toil 

Bore buds of life as grown from richest soil 

That bloom by warmth gained from another sphere 

Like diamonds sparkling when to light brought near. 



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5obn Clarfte, Mrentbam BelWounOer, 1575. 



O blame not the maker, whose grief-stricken bell 
Kings out its laments that he bade it farewell 
E're yet 'twas complete. There had come a loud call 
With a few extra pounds from the church, that was all. 
]^ow regrets that true worth is so oft poorly paid 
Shall by our rude tongues forever be made. 



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Bacteria, Bacillus, doccue, /IDictoccocus : 

Dow ^belr flntoitcation ma^ be BccelerateO. 



Read before the Camdridge Society for Medical Improvement, at the celebration 

of its Twenty-fifth Anniversary, held at the Vendome, Boston, Mass.,fune 

2b, z8g3, and published in the Cambridge Tribune, fuly 8, iSgj. 



It was down in the valley of auld, auld Charles 

In years twenty-five agone, 
When hobgoblins danced with jerks and with snarls 

To the mad marsh-coccus's tune. 

A grand palace arose, all so gorgeous to see, 

With turrets of gold it shone, 
And a maid of rare beauty and grace was she 

Who reigned in those halls alone. 

A gallant knight from far o'er the sea 

Came to woo this beauteous queen, 
No fond swain was e'er so enchanted as he 

With this lowland queen, I ween. 

Thus sang the brave knight of this lady most fair, 

" She is slender, tall and fleet, 
Her eyes are as stars, long and dark is her hair. 

And music is in her feet." 



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«' Miss Bac — O Miss Bac," was his life-long dream, j 

And she lacked from her castle wall ! 

To lead him to dance o'er the low meadows green, \ 

'Till the knight was fain to fall. ' 1 

I 

" Pray back — O Miss Bac, for my clumsy clad feet ■ 

Have caught in the grasses long; \ 

In thy palace I'll rest 'till the darkness shall flit i 

And morn shall repeat my song. I 

Ptomaines and cocci the weapons harsh \ 

She thrust 'neath his glistening steel, ; 

She plucked her brave lord from the soft pHant marsh, i 

Still whirling a madcap reel. ■ 

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She corked up his spirit that was fast flowing out, \ 

And his gallantry thus far saved, j 

While with loftiest look he cast about \ 

At thought of such victory made. I 

Then she guided him on to her choicest room, \ 

All sparkling with gems and gold; \ 

The rich hangings were wove in a foreign loom, 
Eare perfumes their plaits unrolled. 

Then she locked him in with bolts so strong, ■ 

Commending him to his dreams, » - 

And he thought when alone, tho' a knight, 'twas not wrong j 

To yawn and to stretch his limbs. I 

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What a sumptuous couch, what a charming retreat, \ 

He mused, dofiing plume and cap. 

And th' entrancing sounds that my ears now greet > 

Are like to my lady-love's step. \ 

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Ne'er fairy's soft lute such symphonies carry 

To lull my spirit to rest, 
I'll aside lay these trappings the while that I tarry, 

And dream of her I love best. 

His tired eyelids the knight closed at last, 
And his stout form by sleep was bound, 

Then the dulcet sounds grew more thick and 'more fast 
And a dense cloud gathered around. 

First a coccus sharp pinned his eyelids fast down, 

Another quite closed his mouth. 
Still a dozen more fiercely attacked his crown, 

Which aroused him in his wrath. 

All in vain did he strive to arrange his gear, 

They harassed him more and more, 
Till changed to sharp knives seemed the very air. 

As they pierced and lanced him sore. 

All frantic he brandished his heavy broadsword 

The cannibal host to affright, 
When his phantom queen high in a curtain he viewed, 

In her gossamer robes of light. 

*' Ah, ha^ ha, Sir Knight," she tauntingly cried. 

These are my subjects most dear. 
War you thus with the guard of your evermore bride ? 

You are doomed! Abide with us here! 

" My realm though unseen is rich and fair, 
Teems in spheres and most potent rods; 

It holds in balance the life-giving air, 
Aids in turn the ^sculapius broods. 



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" x\mong the most choice are Koch's comma scion, 

Rod of anthrax and yellow jacks, 
The strepto-coccus bold as a lion 

When deeply it beats its tracks. 

" These my subjects, I've vowed may never go free, 

My Sir Knight is prisoner too." 
" Let me see, fiendish sprite," then loudly spoke he, 

" Thy lover is changed to thy foe. 

'* Trust not, despise thy nurslings late, 

For skilled sons from Auburn's banks, 
Near where rises old Egj'pt's towering gate, 

Will come to waste thy ranks." 

He invoked his goddess t' avenge his wrong 

Would en-List her in service most true, 
Wished he had sur-Passed her with Merc'ry's staff strong, 

And could gain a rich boon anew. 

Thus ending, his huge fist struck heavily through 

The iron and strong bolted door. 
Cried, " Infest all this midland, you blood-poisoning crew. 

Each season from now evermore." 

Then forth went the knight with a most fearful speed, 

Pressed close his phantom queen. 
Her goss'mer-robed form was bent as a reed. 

Her slender toes skimmed the green. 

O'er fen, bog and ditch, the strong knight he leaped, 

Chased close by the fiendish choir, 
'Not slacked he his pace 'till the hills he had reached, 

And the highlands' chilling air. 



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u To the north, to the north," was still his refrain, 

" To my castle amidst the snows. 
And I'll nevermore visit the midland domain 

Of the Queen of the Bacillos." 

Then he sent forth his arrows of poison and frost 

And spread o'er the lowlands a net, 
And captured the queen with her legions so fast, 

Her goss'mer robes draggled and wet. 

AH thanks to the north-king who in caverns so damp 
This blood-poisoning host doth encham, 

For his promise we have no bacillus shall tramp 
O'er the midland during his reign. 



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Cbristopber /IDarlowe< 

(WRITTEN IN A FORM OP PROSE). 



An extract of a fiaper read before the Cambridge Art Circle., Dec. i8, 1888, 
at the residence of Dr. E. Y. White. 



Christopher Marlowe was the first who dared to plunge 
beneath the surface where he discovered Passion's form of 
dread. With boldest hand he brought him forth to speak in 
untaught measure, that still echoes to the ear and pen of all 
who list or write. 

Just below in sulphurous clouds is the lithe form of Mephis- 
tophiles, crouching to feed with pride and insolence the stream 
where floats the doomed Faustus, spreading his net to catch 
all such as drink the fiery drops. Here Marlowe has the power 
to seize the magic wand, to show the would-be victim all the 
agony of the tortured soul that's lost, and pictures there his 
Faustus. Vouchsafed to him is the power also to move aside 
the stars, when quick the blissful heavens are ope'd to view, 
with passports that are dropping down to show poor mortals 
how to gain an entrance at its gates. 

Ere are closed the starry windows, a strain of music falls, 
that glad the genius of the drama claims, to touch the pen that 
leaves it in her verse. Hark I how it swells as nearer still it 
comes, until inspired from vision of Fair Helen, it adds the 
tenderest chDrd to tell of pensive Marguerite, till listeners see 
the tearful eyes and feel such strain of sympathy as draws 
them nearer Heaven. 

Close beside the fiery fount where its stream runs slow and 
heavy, fed by avarice, covetousness and revenge, walks the 

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" Jew of Malta " with his companion spirit following from a 
neighboring wave. Now comes a mighty impulse near the 
width where first the stream divides. There the form of 
Edward Second uprears to view, while round him gather all 
his train, and impress show that each has drunk from such 
divided stream as suited best, with greed or thirst of beasts. 
Thus all are filled from Passion's several streams ; for yet their 
strong revealer's wand had power to touch but lightly the 
point between the ideal conception and the baser realities. 
The note that soft unites and harmonizes all, save once, while 
at the dethronement of the king he more firmly pressed his 
wand, when burst the power its limit by the age prescribed, 
with blending waves was forced to vibrate. So was anticipated 
with accuracy, the proper balance to be attained in coming 
years. 

Here showing nearer though brought in clouds from many 
ages past, and obscured by nearer mists, are the revelling 
forms of gods and kings, which " Dido, Queen of Carthage " 
claims. 

This passed, nearer still the mists arise, radiant with the 
transcendent beauty of " Hero and Leander," brought from near 
the Sunrise that blessed the lovers' union. As the traveller 
turns (are not all mortals travellers ?) to rest the eyes from such 
resplendent visions, appears the real all-immortal Marlowe, 
grand in form and feature, standing on the firmly fashioned 
earth, viewing his life work embraced within the less than 
thirty years, when came the spirit, whence he knows not, to 
the babe of Canterbury. 

Sees he within himself that spirit grown to such height as 
to be the maker and revealer of the vision before him, which 
marks Christopher Marlowe the greatest discoverer and the 
most daring and inspired pioneer in all English poetical liter- 
ature, and makes him the originator of genuine blank verse as 
well as of genuine tragedy in England ? Further, can he know 
that the indwelling of this same spirit has caused Christopher 
Marlowe to be such a leader as has straightened the path and 



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prepared the way to the more widespread field, close to the 
fountain poured out from the mighty hand of " Tamburlaine 
the Great," and where a Shakspeare's genius soon shall reign, 
to send forth light encircling all the earth ? 

While yet the traveller gazed, an unseen hand night's dark- 
ening mantle threw o'er Marlowe's form, and there by death 
he fell, in tragic mien as e'er his vision showed. 



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H5\>tce to tbe (Brat)uattna Class 

of 

College of pb^stcians an^ Surgeons, 
Boston, /iDass^t 5une 19, 1895. 



Go on, young friends, search out with finer sense 

The hidden myst'ries of our primal ens ; 

Draw from the earth long buried from our sight 

The wealth made mighty by transmitted light. 

Bring to man's help the gold that slumbers still 

In rocks, in streams, in many a secret rill; 

Traverse all nature's bounds her laws to scan 

To raise your art to succor suff'ring man. 

See from the book before your vision cast 

Record of those who labored in the past. 

Or find the source by which the masters gained 

The magic influence that so long had reigned. 

Trace that swift flood, the heart's encircling streams 

To distant parts which glow with healthy gleams. 

Unwind the nervules from their complex chain 

In all their threads till merged in sentient brain. 

To pelvic depths, where lies the eating cell, 

Fail not to turn but morbid mass expel. 

As visual orbs grow dim in dark'ning shroud, 

Show forth your skill, remove the gath'ring cloud. 

When toxic germs in thick'ning lobes shall blaze 

Excise the growths and add to patients' days ; 

Or in the realms where space has ceaseless change 

And breathing tissue has expanding range, 



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When points on points will wane to microbe cause 

And yield their products formed through nature's pause, 

In this mishap with art you must e'er cope 

To find the seat by sound and stethoscope. 

In every charge intrusted to your skill 

Espouse the cause and duty then fulfil. 

To public call be ready to give heed 

And don your armor in your country's need. 

In peace no less your counsels should insure 

That ways to truth and honor may endure. 

In work more deep espy the spirit's tide, 

That ebbs and flows while health and life abide. 

Schooled thus in work to higher standard raised, 

Your life will be redeemed, your worth be praised. 

'No blust'ring fellow could your precincts haunt, 

No jealous dolt with sneaking mien would taunt. 

The prudish guise was ne'er for place e'er born; 

To such must ever point the hand of scorn. 

So shall you reach to heights unsealed before 

Where honors crowd like rolling waves to shore. 



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